I nodded, realizing there was a lot to learn.
"Where's our yacht?" Chen Ke asked.
Chu Qi pointed to a corner of the hidden harbor, where a dock was covered by a large canvas. The canvas was the same color as the surrounding wall and had a camouflage effect, making it almost invisible unless you looked closely.
We walked over, and Chu Qi handed me a rope from the canvas. "You have to pull hard to get it off. Most people can't manage it."
I tried, but couldn't budge it. The canvas was a single piece, and it was in such close contact with the hull that the friction was immense. I handed the rope back to Chu Qi, smiling wryly and claiming I was still weak after just being revived.
"It's not your body that's weak, it's that you still haven't mastered the technique of adrenaline secretion. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been trapped in the car," Chu Qi said, looking at me meaningfully, as if blaming me for my performance at the end of our last battle.
Recalling that moment, it wasn't really about adrenaline. It was because I knew I wouldn't die, and I knew Bingbing wouldn't die either. Losing the intense desire to survive, I hadn't pushed my body's potential. Moreover, I didn't have my demon core (the Whale God was using it to unleash havoc), so I simply gave up. It wasn't that I didn't know how to secrete adrenaline, as Chu Qi suggested.
However, in retrospect, this might not be a good thing. Having the special identity of an undead grim reaper, knowing I wouldn't easily die in the future, meant I had lost much of my will to survive. This could significantly impact my combat effectiveness and my progress in martial arts. As a leader, I couldn't just stop improving myself because I was immortal, could I? That would be complacency!
I nodded and said seriously, "Little Master, you're right. I understand. We'll figure something out later. I need to at least reach half of your martial arts skill to be taken seriously."
Chu Qi patted my shoulder. "I was waiting for you to say that. That's good, that's very good!"
I looked at her firm physique and realized I really had to put in the effort, or I wouldn't be worthy of this Little Master's dedication.
Chu Qi, like a female boat tracker, pulled with all her might, bringing down the canvas. Before us appeared a massive, sleek, yet sharp behemoth. No wonder I couldn't pull it earlier; many parts of the hull were like blades, likely designed to cut through the wind at high speeds.
There was a retractable ladder, and everyone boarded the ship. At the front, there was a small platform, no larger than a single bed. It was quite different from the leisurely yachts I'd seen on TV. Most of the space was taken up by a similarly streamlined cabin, with small, curved portholes designed for maximum aerodynamic efficiency.
Entering the cabin from the side, I found a compact bridge. To my surprise, the steering mechanism wasn't a rudder but a steering wheel, just like in a car. And instead of standing to steer, there was a dedicated racing seat. The buttons on the panel were few, and they were all labeled in Chinese, indicating it was a purely domestic high-speed boat. Compared to a car, it seemed to have only an added radar function.
Three LCD screens were present. Chu Qi turned on the power. Since the vessel was stationary, nothing was displayed except the time and date, and a large zero, likely indicating speed.
Behind the bridge was another modestly sized cabin containing U-shaped seating for eighteen people. Each seat was equipped with a three-point racing harness. This was probably because high-speed travel on the water would involve significant up-and-down motion, and without the harnesses, one could easily be thrown out and hit their head.
At the stern, a small door led downwards. Chu Qi opened it, leading us down a ladder to the next level.
"Now this is what I call a yacht," Chen Ke chuckled.
This level was the living and leisure area, larger in size. It had six berths, two long sofas, both with seatbelt systems for sleeping, and a small bar in the corner with chairs fixed to the floor. The bar area also contained a wine cabinet.
"Why is there alcohol here? Won't the bottles fly around when you're driving?" I asked, confused.
Chu Qi smiled, walked over, opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle, and placed it on the bar. "Try picking it up. Will it fly?"
I tried to lift the wine bottle, and to my surprise, I couldn't. I could clearly feel a magnetic force from below!
I had to use both hands, and even then, I could only manage to tilt the bottle to a vertical position with great effort. I picked it up and saw that the bottom indeed had a circular magnet. The other magnet must have been in the bar. Chu Qi pressed a small button on the bar. "Try it again."